“It was your call. And I’m trusting the sober, clear-minded Obeisance Barrow of the days and weeks ago, not the afflicted and biased one speaking right now.”

Yes, he’s using the hated first name, deal with it.

But Strange does look up, mostly to watch the other man’s expression, try to assess his physical condition and state of mind (read: bad). The sweatiness, the fidgeting, the restlessness. His own expression remains stolid, impassive, even as he tries his hand at some motivational speaking: “You’re cut out for more than you know, you know.”